7 Days: Day 7
Two weeks isn't much,
but we're having a hard time separating at the airport. In the midst
of our passion, Carlo discreetly slides his hand under my dress.
Per instruction, I'm bare. As he rubs my clit, I recognize the feel
and coolness of the gel.
"O' Jesus, Carlo, what're
you doing?" I try to break away, but he holds me firmly.
"Shhh," he breathes
as he looks into my eyes. "I want you to have to cum on the plane."
I think about the embarrassment
I will suffer and I melt. Yes, Carlo, make me say yes to you.
Make my heart ache with love and my cunt with desire. Make me lovesick
from longing for you even when we're together. That's how I want
to feel forever.
I pull him against
me and hold tight. When he inserts his finger, I'm hit with such
an intense pang of love and desire that I know I will carry it with me
until I can give to him again.
"Thank you, Isabel,"
he whispers in my ear.
My pleasure, Carlo.